I will eviscerate you in fiction. // Mr Maclay: You are going to do what's right, Tara....

Beth. 20. I walk, I talk, I shop, I sneeze. I’m gonna be a fireman when the floods roll back. A mess of tea and pop culture references, chewed pens and empty notebooks.

"Murder Your Darlings" by Chris Piascik; stuff available on society6.

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Mr Maclay: You are going to do what's right, Tara. Now I am taking you out of here before somebody DOES get killed. The girl belongs with her family. I hope that's clear to the rest of you.

Buffy: It is. You want her, Mr. Maclay, you can go ahead and take her. (She turns to face him.) You just gotta go through me.

Mr. Maclay: What?

Buffy: You heard me. You wanna take Tara out of here, against her will? Then you gotta come through me.

Dawn: And me. (stands beside Buffy)

Mr. Maclay: Is this a joke? I am not gonna be threatened by two little girls.

Dawn: You don't wanna mess with us.

Buffy: She's a hair-puller.

Giles: (steps forward) And you're not just dealing with two little girls.

Xander: You're dealing with all of us.

Spike: Except me.

Xander: Except Spike.

Spike: I don't care what happens.